Quotes About Permanence

The crazy thing about the dab is like - dance moves, once you create them, they last forever.

Fashion is OK for five days, one minute, six months, but style is for the rest of the life.

You know, one minute you're in fashion and then you're completely out of fashion, but if you hang around long enough and don't get desperate, suddenly you become 'classic.' You see that happening all the time.

If you put something online, it's essentially there forever. You don't know who's kept it, who's screenshotted it.

We are not final because we are infallible, but we are infallible only because we are final.

Miss Prism: ... And you do not seem to reealize, dear Doctor, that by persistently remaining single, a man coverts himself into a permanent public temptation. ... Chausuble: But is a man not equally attractive when married? Miss Prism: No married man is ever attractive except to his wife. Chausuble: And often, I´ve been told, not even to her.

The common hill-flowers wither, but they blossom again. The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now. In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. But we never get back our youth.

Genie währt länger als Schönheit.

What is beautiful is a joy for all seasons and a possession for all eternity.

One day the last portrait of Rembrandt and the last bar of Mozart will have ceased to be — though possibly a colored canvas and a sheet of notes will remain — because the last eye and the last ear accessible to their message will have gone.

Omnia mutantur; nihil interit

Nothing retains its original form, but Nature, the goddess of all renewal, keeps altering one shape into another. Nothing at all in the world can perish, you have to believe me; things merely vary and change their appearance. What we call birth is merely becoming a different entity; what we call death is ceasing to be the same. Though the parts may possibly shift their position from here to there, the wholeness in nature is constant.

what we call birth is when something first changes out of its former condition, and what we call death is when its identity ceases; things may perhaps be translated hither and thither; nevertheless, they stay constant in their sum total

Love, what does it matter that time, the very time that raised two flames, two waving heads of wheat, my body and your gentleness, tomorrow will hold them safe or mill the grain, and with those same unseen fingers erase the identities that separate us, giving us the final victory of being one beneath the ground. — Pablo Neruda, from "Ode to Time," Selected Odes of Pablo Neruda (California Press, 1990)

Cansei de ser moderno. quero ser eterno.

The South's got a lot wrong with it. But it's permanent press and it doesn't wash out.

It might destroy everything, even the solidity of Carol's body beside her, and the bend of Carol's body in the black sweater seemed the only solid thing in the world.

Sa-ti amintesti de seara asta, fiindca este inceputul vesniciei.

Does a human life, a personality, exist as a single thread that can be followed through time? Is the me of 20 years ago the same me that exists now? Will I still be me in 20 years?

Love is something eternal; the aspect many change, but not the essence.

To get exponential returns, forget learning the latest thing. Instead, focus on what lasts.

Songs don't wear out. Good songs are good now. If they were a comfort during those hard times in the past, they'll be a comfort in today's age.

Your body changes, but you don't change at all. And that, of course, causes great confusion.

within that ageing outer shell we remain very much the same as we did in our late teens and early twenties.